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“Tell them what?” he asks.
cian.”
“About your dreams,” I explain. “That you want to be a musi-
He laughs out loud. “Yeah right. I like my powers, thank you very
much, and I’d prefer to keep them.”
“They can take them away?” I ask. Maybe, if I push Stella enough,
Damian will strip her powers.
“No,” Nicole answers, rolling her eyes at Troy. “Only the gods can
revoke powers.”
“But my parents could ground them until I’m twenty-one.”
“Come on, Travatas,” Nicole says. “Grow some courage and confess.
I hear it’s good for the soul.”
“I appreciate that you guys care,” he says in a way that suggests
he doesn’t appreciate it at all, “but I have to handle this my way.”
“Fine,” Nicole says with a shrug. “Don’t say we didn’t try. Now,
can we talk about how we’re going to get back at Blake and the evil
twins?”
I knew this was going to come up again. Ever since I told her
what happened she’s been pressing me to go after revenge—a
revenge that I know wouldn’t be just about me.
But revenge is hollow. I’d prefer amnesia.
“I don’t want revenge,” I tell Nicole for like the fiftieth time. “I
just want to forget about it and never talk about them again.”
Just because I live in the same house as Stella doesn’t mean I
have to talk to her. The last few dinners have been blissfully silent.
It doesn’t hurt that I threatened to tell Damian what she did. The
thought of another week without her powers is apparently enough
to keep her quiet.
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